ext_201868 ([identity profile] never-learns.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2007-01-25 02:37 am (UTC)

Yohji could only stare for a moment, fear coursing through his veins. What was happening? Schuldig...

His attention snapped to Hughes for a moment before turning back to the telepath. "I don't know! Only times we've ever met before we were trying to kill each other!"

He stared for a moment longer. What did he do? Sure, he didn't like the man, but Schuldig was someone from home, someone familiar and in an odd way, that was comforting. He pushed himself to his knees, leaning closer to Schuldig. He could hear the other man muttering words, nonsense words, panicked and hurt. Half forgotten memories flashed to the surface. They'd been fighting in the Esstet compound, Schuldig had said things then, he could remember that. Telepathy wasn't a gift it was a curse. And what he was saying echoed within Yohji's own head. Reset, do-over, start again, empty slate. wipe it clean and start again.

Make it stop.

Hardly thinking about what he was doing, he reached out and grabbed one of Schuldig's hands, grabbing his chin with his free hand. "You'd better fucking get back to normal you bastard," he hissed lowly, wanting to shake the telepath. He pushed Schuldig's head up, forcing him to meet Yohji's eyes. Like hell he would let Schuldig fall into insanity when Yohji had to suffer this fucking place and endure the outskirts.

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